I can hear the whispers
Is that her?
What happened?
Oh my god, really?
I can see people starring
We shouldn’t talk to her
She’s dumb
Look what she’s wearing
I can feel my stomach starting to turn
I think I’m going to be sick
I can feel hot tears stinging my eyes
I cant see straight anymore
Is that her?
What happened?
Oh my god, really?
This is eating at my soul
I need comfort
I need help
No one pushes me around
Is that her?
What happened?
Oh my god, really?
What can help me cope?
Indian food
Music
Movies
Dancing
Coffee
Mean people suck
All I can hear
Is that her?
What happened?
Oh my god, really?
I hate I love
Everything is a wreck a mess
I can’t concentrate
The clock is tick tocking
Good thing there’s a buffet
Good thing the music’s thumpin
Good thing the televisions on
Good thing I have a cup of Joe between my fingers
Good thing I’ve always got my dancing shoes on
Too bad
Is that her?
What happened?
OH my god, really?
Someone is watching my every
Word
Action
Addiction
But all you can see is the outside
IS that her?
What happened?
Oh my god, really?
I can’t help my echoing thoughts
I’m locked in a cell
Waiting to get out
The only person who can help me
Is
My
Self
So don’t hate appreciate